Buzzing Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Buzzing



buzzing
at
night
warmth
of
the
frost
whispers
that
thaw
the
chill
that
grew
in
the
dusk
that
was
of
the moon
the
early
of
moon
the
sands
that
slip
by
from
my
hand
that
tremble
as
tremble
the
hands
of
a
Poet Seer

Tuesday, November 17, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life,poet
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Seema Jayaraman 17 November 2015

I could hear the silent buzzing from the thawing cold.. though the later part of the poem left me with a feeling of some deep meaning missed.. thanks for sharing..

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